Downtown. Streetside bars. Instrumental. Kind of a latin/blues/jazz thing that morphed into hard rock, then synth pop.
Credits: Freesound for street/crowd samples. Gencraft image.

Streetside

Latest Album (including bonus tracks), also available here:-
https://open.spotify.com/album/5mBQMVRghOgYgegOdJao2j?si=P3BtFBegTkmfkvlBjVKlAg

https://drglobbit.bandcamp.com/album/the-blind-mowing-album

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_kDhf1hVQrXTAePmhijhUPFr-abrGM6GTA

Can't Cope, Won't Cope

Hello my friends, this is my new track....I hope you like it
free download

Fantastic World

This song was written whilst on one of many walks in a nature reserve that stretches along the edge of my suburb in Sydney, and on these many walks I would stretch my mind with the end of getting my music making partner back again.... which I did.

When you have counted
The reasons why
Checked them all over
And over again
Not missing any
Reiterated
Contemplated

Throw them all away
Judge and jury on your side
Could be a brand new day
Doesn't have to mean
You were not right

We had it all
Laid out in court
The crimes were clear
Right there to see
Malevolence
Unjustified
No provocation
As you can see

Throw it all away
Judge and jury on your side
Could be a brand new day
Doesn't have to mean
You were not right

Hysteria is blinding
So can be love
But who's to say
What's there to see
Cause every person
Sees these things a little bit
Differently

Brand New Day

Vocals / Lyrics: Barbara from @dietobis
Music, Guitars (LP, JM, Midtown), Bass (P), Drums (AD2), Keys, Mix & Mastering (DAW): @bonetender
Picture: AI CoPilot

https://open.spotify.com/track/3D9Zmakg91SB5SzokqUwBG

===== Lyrics =====

Está na hora de fugir
Está na hora de fazer a mala
Está na hora de partir
Está na hora de ir embora

Está na hora de saltar
de virar e nunca mais voltar
Está na hora de viver
de rir, dançar e beber

Chegou a hora!

Há anos que estamos juntos mas sozinhos nesta casa
Não se dá mais beijinho
O amor está sem brasa                                                               

Está na hora de correr
Está na hora de pintar o céu de cor-de-rosa
Está na hora de acordar
Está na hora de olhar, de olhos abertos

Está na hora de cheirar as flores
de sentir o sol na pele
Está na hora de beijar, de abraçar

Chegou a hora!

Há anos no mesmo comboio, na direção errada
O choque tão perto
Não se queria magoar, mas nós não aprendemos nada

Há anos no mar das chatices sem saber nadar
Lutando com ondas altas onde nos vamos afogar                    
Procurámos a saída, sem saber o caminho
Perdidos no dia a dia, a vida ficou tão fria!

Está na hora de fugir
para os Jardins de Éden, sem ti!
Está na hora de deixar a chuva
para trás, para trás, para trás, para trás

Está na hora de fugir, de fazer a mala
Está na hora de partir
Deixar os gritos para trás, para trás,
para trás, para trás, para trás, para trás

Chegou a hora, agora!

©Barbara & Bonetender 2024 All Rights Reserved

Hora Certa

Hora Certa (with Barbara)

We conclude our Summer Series on a hopeful note and a glimpse into the future.  Mankind has finally found that it can accept the differences that divide us, share the bounty between us, and become a vast community governed by faith, hope, and love. How did such a thing come about?  We collectively took a step back from the brink of self-annihilation by realizing "we solve most things if we talk".  
Ironically, this was the most complex song of the five to put together,  We all had an idea of how we wanted it to turn out, and thanks to Seagull and a lot of talking between us behind the scenes, we came to consensus and a final version.  Our little band is proof "we can solve most things if we talk":)  It has been an honor to work with each of you: 
Music composition, 1st guitar (center), bass, synths, mix and production; Seagull, @farout-music-studio
Right & Left Guitar; Our wonderful guitarist; David, @david-dunhamuser589535203
Lyrics & Vocals; Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Vocals and harmonies; Soundcloud's most wonderful voice; Oddrun, @oddrun-eikli
And the key phrase at the end; The lovely little Finley, 7 years old.

We Solve Most Things If We Talk

Summer rain finds my face, splashing through my smile
Thunder rumbles fall away, storm is phasing through
Peace of mind is on the case, misery is in denial,
Yesterday’s squally day, tomorrow’s skies are azure blue.

Dreams of history’s tension gladly start to ease
Gripping claws of lunacy finally shun the past
Seems things turned out badly for hunger and disease
Slipping towards unity, laying down the guns at last.

Call my neighbour as my friend, our meanings line as one
Colour, gods and politics accepted as they are
Mutualities to defend no conflict clouds our shining sun
Consideration and respect, a communal repertoire

Mother Mary called today
Handed me a flower stalk
Kissed my worries clean away
We solve most things if we talk.

Need as might we understand equality’s a bed of lies
Celebrate uniqueness as a cast of human thread
Day and night, hand in hand, no polity compromise
Learning from our weakness past, focused on the light ahead.

Mother Mary spoke today
Led me on a learning walk
Eased my troubles on the way
We solve most things if we talk.

Mother Mary sang today
Left me with a simple thought
The wisest heads will simply say
We solve most things if we talk.
"We Solve Most Things If We Talk"

Contented Man (Seagull, Oddrun, Peter, David)

Words and music By Roger Whittlesey. Saxophone arrangement by Georg Boehme. Boehme plays soprano, alto, tenor, and baritone saxes. He also plays the bass clarinet. Noel Barrett plays the bass guitar. All other sounds by Whittlesey. © 2024.

Dear Reader, 

In Shakespeare's play "Hamlet," Ophelia drowns herself in what is a terrible and tragic scene late in the play. 

The idea for this song came when I recognized that the grief of loss, missed opportunities, and mistakes compound as we age, and they don't leave us. Instead, these emotions seem to haunt us—often surprising us when we least expect it. And so, these feelings are akin to the tragic drowning of Ophelia, except that they seem to happen again and again—hence the title of the song. 

Georg Boehme, a brilliant arranger, composer, and horns player from Cologne, Germany, joined me on this piece. I sent Georg the basic tracks and gave him no instructions. He knows what to do, and he always exceeds my expectations. His playing on this piece is amazing. As you get to know Georg's music, you will begin to see that he has a unique style, and it shines through in all that he plays. Thank you, Georg, for lending me your immense creative talents. 

Last week, I sent what I believed was the finished version of this song to Noel Barrett, an outstanding bass player from Cork City, Ireland. I knew he would dig the work that Georg did on the track. And he did. Without any prompting, he replaced the bass part that I laid down—and improved the tune tenfold in the process. Noel has rock-solid time and brings a melodic sensibility to everything he plays on the bass. It is a great pleasure and honor to have him guesting on this song. 

Finally, I thank you, my devoted listeners, for your comments and for your repeated returns to my channel. 

I have much more music to write. This is only the beginning of the journey. 

Highest Regards, 

Roger Whittlesey
July 9, 2024

Ophelia Drowns Again

There is a small dog barking in the background

Hillbilly

Prepare the table, watch in the watchtower, eat, drink_ arise, ye princes, and anoint the shield.

Microscopical Defloration_(M.KR,Remix 2025)

From archive INXS

Nestled somewhere between patio hell and the soft play hinterland, I bring you noise.

Can't Cope, Won't Cope

Dr Globbit & his Amazing Fantabulizer